Staggering out the door feeling Like an extra in a zombie movie, Wondering is the grey world Might seem a trifle brighter After more sleep. But there is only waking And the worship of caffeine.
Rolling in bed, stiff getting up, Like an extra in a zombie game, Finding the dark cold world greeting me with it's chilled kiss; the hot shower didn't help. But there was jaggedness, And even the curse of the Cold.
I'm Down Around
ReplyDeleteRolling in bed, stiff getting up,
Like an extra in a zombie game,
Finding the dark cold world
greeting me with it's chilled kiss;
the hot shower didn't help.
But there was jaggedness,
And even the curse of the Cold.